have told her to wait until morning, but the
truth is I want to help her. Then there is the Austin Black piece to this
story. If any of my superiors ever caught wind that I did not do everything
possible to help Mr. Black, I would be back on traffic duty. Austin is the king
of kings in this city and he is in love Miss Ash, making her priority one.
Much to my surprise, Austin, Rylee, Bode and Jeremy are some
of the most down-to-earth people you will ever meet. I could see myself being
friends with that group. However, I don't think they allow outsiders to
penetrate the force field they keep around themselves.
By all accounts, Rylee is kind to everyone. It makes it near
impossible to narrow down a suspect pool. She has been nothing but kind to me,
despite the fact I am a reminder of all the bad swirling around in her world.
Rylee is truly a beautiful woman. Her long blonde hair and
deep green eyes are a killer combination, especially with her tall, lean body.
I try to remain respectful at all times, but it is hard not to look. Of course
I would never have a shot with a girl like that. She is in the Austin Black
league, not the get-your-hands-dirty detective league.
I hope that whatever she felt was urgent tonight will give
us a break in this case. We desperately need a break. With Jeremy awake and
things progressing towards his release, we need a clue. The department doesn’t have
the manpower to watch each of them twenty-four hours a day. The continuous
texts mean that we cannot consider any of them free from danger.
After throwing on a t-shirt and clean pair of jeans, I jump
in my truck and head for the hospital. The ride through the streets is quiet. I
pull into the visitor's parking lot fifteen minutes later.
The staff give me a wave as I make my way through the
familiar hallways to the bank of silver elevators. Man, I cannot wait to stop
visiting this place. I know it will always be a part of my job, but I have been
here enough in the past ten days to fulfill a lifetime. I can only imagine how
Rylee feels; she hasn't even left the premises.
Worn out and weary, I make my way through the cold waiting
room doors. I see Bode and Rylee sitting in the corner deep in conversation
before Rylee looks at her phone and stands up. She discreetly scans the room
before her eyes land on me. I can see relief wash over her features when she
spots me near the door. She looks a little spooked.
Rylee leans down and whispers something to Bode that causes
him to nod and head for the double doors leading to Jeremy's room. She then
makes her way over and reaches out to shake my hand.
“Thank you so much for coming out tonight. I know it is late,
but I really wanted to run this stuff by you while it is fresh on my mind.”
She goes silent as she waits for me to speak. I give her my
best smile.
“No problem, Miss Ash. I had nothing going on anyway.”
She lightly smacks my shoulder and stares me down with those
luscious green orbs. “How many times do I have to tell you? Call me Rylee,
please.”
I cannot help chuckling at her serious tone.
“Did you just assault a police officer?” I ask teasingly.
Her eyes go wide with sarcastic recognition. “No, but I will
assault my friend if he does not stop calling me Miss.”
Wow, I am surprised she thinks we are friends. I can deal
with that. There are worse friends to have than this group that is for certain.
Her pleasant calm demeanor always surprises me. She has been put through the wringer
lately, but still has a genuineness about her that puts everyone around her at
ease. She is a remarkable human being and much tougher than I would have ever
guessed.
I gesture towards the chairs and ask her if she would like
to sit. To my complete surprise, she takes my arm and drags me towards the
elevators. Once the doors close, she explains.
“Let’s go somewhere more private, away from here. I received
another text just as you walked in.”
She holds out her phone for me to read. It
Willie Nelson, Mike Blakely
Katie Morgan
Selene Charles
Nicole Edwards
Dave Barry
Selene Chardou
Claire Matthews
Imari Jade
Edward W. Robertson
Charles Henderson